Somewhere in my distant past there is a little girl about 4 year old who loved her family, but did not fully understand her love would never be reciprocated. A spirit broken, this little girl is forever trapped in time where life...her very existence...was measured only by the level of service she's forced to provide for her parents. Parents who kept everything closely guarded behind the wall of perfectionism.
They Them Us Me was birthed out of a forgotten memory from that time. It depicts only a small measure of the contempt and loathing endured. To this day I still try to comfort my lifelong friend and only witness as best I can. She saw what no child should ever see...heard what no child should ever hear and vowed to keep my secrets.
I wrote this poem and recorded it. All voices are mine.
